Kit may have finally been able to fight as his natural self, but in many ways his opponent was much the same as when they'd last faced each other. Physical clashes are heavily reactive - in Vincent's mind there is nothing that can't be overcome by giving in to one's instincts. Strategy can only carry one so far when the human mind can be so unpredictable after being backed into a corner.
Even so, there's a ragged edge to him that was absent from the aquarium. He intends to keep his promise of not holding back, and that means discarding any thoughts of restraint. It's like he's released a wild animal in the middle of this park, and he relishes every minute.
The pain the other boy visits upon him does nothing to dampen his growing frenzy - the grunt he emits as he stumbles backwards is practically satisfied despite the failure of his attack. Now he knows that Kit is one of those irritating cerebral fighters with the anatomical knowledge to back up his style; it just meant that when he finally managed to latch on, he absolutely could not let go.
That was fine. He hadn't been intending to anyway.
His arm will take a few moments to recover from the injuries visited upon them, but Vincent doesn't give them any time to do so safely. He moves forward again almost instantaneously, looking to use his other arm to sock Kit in the gut hard enough to induce vomiting. Now that he's aware the other boy can keep up with his movements, he's prepared to counter whatever offensive defense his opponent decides to visit upon him this time.
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Even so, there's a ragged edge to him that was absent from the aquarium. He intends to keep his promise of not holding back, and that means discarding any thoughts of restraint. It's like he's released a wild animal in the middle of this park, and he relishes every minute.
The pain the other boy visits upon him does nothing to dampen his growing frenzy - the grunt he emits as he stumbles backwards is practically satisfied despite the failure of his attack. Now he knows that Kit is one of those irritating cerebral fighters with the anatomical knowledge to back up his style; it just meant that when he finally managed to latch on, he absolutely could not let go.
That was fine. He hadn't been intending to anyway.
His arm will take a few moments to recover from the injuries visited upon them, but Vincent doesn't give them any time to do so safely. He moves forward again almost instantaneously, looking to use his other arm to sock Kit in the gut hard enough to induce vomiting. Now that he's aware the other boy can keep up with his movements, he's prepared to counter whatever offensive defense his opponent decides to visit upon him this time.